Sharon's busy dildo

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"Fuck me! Fuck my ever-loving twat out! Fuck me so hard that it bleeds! Come on and fuck the shit out of it! You're not even trying! What the hell is the matter with you? Can't you get that God damn boner to move?!? Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She could see it sliding in and out of her pussy. She could see the thick root, and she could see her flesh lips spread to accommodate such a large and thorny trunk. She reached around his buns and grabbed on. "Fuck me harder!" she wailed. Her ear-piercing screeches could be heard throughout the house, up and down the block, across the city: "Fuuuck mmmeeeeee!" Sharon Pettibone rolled over in her sleep. What she thought was a scream was her own tiny voice barely audible against her pillow. The jumbo phallus evaporated. Her twat was empty. "Jesus," she grunted, "why the hell couldn't it have been real?" She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom. "Just once, Lord," she murmured, "I would like to have a real penis in my pussy. Just once. That's all. Nothing special. I'm not asking you to fix me up for life, to get me married – just a simple little fuck. Know what I mean? A nice piece of cock flesh inside my little lips, just so I'll know for sure what I'm missing."

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